At five or six in the morning, Rong Jincheng hugged Han Yurou in his arms.

"Baby, get up, it's almost dawn, it's time to go out." His voice was trembling with cold.

"Don't call it... so disgusting."

"Baby, little baby, little cutie." Rong Jincheng didn't care, "If you let me scream again, if I can't get out, I'll freeze to death on the road, and you still have to get out."

"You can't get out, how can I get out?"

"If I freeze to death, you can put on all my clothes so that you can...can go out. You have to live well. Although I always look down on you and say you are a nerd, I know that you study well and have good academic qualifications.

High, bright future... Find a good job in the future, find someone who likes you, I know, this is what you want... I have always known..." He understood clearly in his heart.

"If you can't get out, I definitely won't be able to get out either. I'm a road idiot. If I don't know the direction, I will freeze to death in this ice and snow." Han Yurou gritted her teeth, feeling a lot of pain in her throat, and different emotions appeared in her heart.

.

"Just keep going forward. If Lao San and the others come, they will pick you up."

"What makes you think that you can't survive and I can?"

Rong Jincheng said no more.

Han Yurou frowned, and she noticed something strange in his expression.

She shook his shoulders: "What's wrong with you?"

His face was as pale as paper, with no blood at all.

Han Yurou felt something was wrong and held his shoulders: "Rong Jincheng, Rong Jincheng, what's wrong with you? Talk, talk!"

Rong Jincheng gritted his teeth and looked at her with blurred eyes, without dodging or escaping. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her figure was all in his pupils.

"Baby..." He called again, not caring whether she liked it or not.

When Han Yurou saw his hand covering her abdomen, she lowered her head and lifted up his sweater without any explanation.

There are traces of water on the sweater. It's not water, it's blood.

She was so frightened that her hands were shaking. When she looked carefully, she found that the wound on his abdomen was open and bleeding.

In addition, there are many scars on his body, some are new scars, some are old scars, they are very dense, and they are all scars.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were injured? Are you crazy?!" Han Yurou tore open the fabric with trembling fingers and bandaged his wound unprofessionally, "You were so seriously injured, why didn't you say a word?

If you die here, will you be willing?"

Rong Jincheng had no strength left and let her do whatever he wanted.

The only trace of strength he had was used to talk to her: "It doesn't matter where I die. If I can die in your arms, I will be able to walk steadily on the road to hell."

"Shut up."

"If you don't shut up, you have to say..." The corners of Rong Jincheng's lips curved upward, "Rourou, you are so beautiful, so beautiful."

Han Yurou thinks he is a lunatic.

"Don't move, I'll bandage your wound, and we'll go out later. It doesn't matter, we will get out. This will be a scourge for thousands of years, and you will survive."

"I'm not a disaster, I'm a little cutie."

"You're so cute, mom." Han Yurou suddenly cursed, even she was shocked, but her hands were trembling, and she didn't know what she was feeling in her heart.

Rong Jincheng: "..."

Why scold him? Isn't he cute?
Chapter completed!